Deep within the A.R.G.U.S. facility, amongst the holding cells you find a blonde girl in a straightjacket who lets out an unstable giggle before speaking in a hushed tone

"Do you cuties need some counseling? I'm a trained helper! Ehahahehah..!"

She's obviously not, at least not anymore. Her messy blonde pigtails dangle as she tilts her head, you can't exactly make out her features in the darkness of her padded room